Cosmographia Monster/Event Journal ([personal profile] stigematize) wrote in [community profile] cosmoooc2015-09-28 11:25 pm
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TEST DRIVE - Part 3

Maybe you've been here for a while, or maybe you just got here. Either way, you're all in the same situation - you've been turned into a magical gemstone and stranded in a foreign world! And all you've been left with is the clothes on your back, stripped of all powers except one.

Clearly, you’ll just have to make the best of it.

How this works:

☆ This is a test drive for [community profile] cosmographia, which means you should get a little familiar with the setting and premise.

☆ Otherwise, this is just meant to help you feel out how you may play and serves mainly as a chill interest gathering and get together kind of post! No app necessary, and you don't need to play in this post to apply - or vice versa.

☆ Everybody is welcome! There are no character limitations; pg au oc canon pigeon whatever. Just toss up a topcomment and/or jump any threads that pique your interest.

☆ This post will remain open until it begins to approach 5000 comments! Then a new test-drive post will be made.

☆ Rules-wise: Be cool to yourself and others, and keep in mind the other game rules too.

☆ If you do apply to the game and are accepted, and you want to keep the CR, you may so long as what you did isn't setting breaking and everyone involved agrees.


YOUR OPTIONS:

☆ You find yourself in the Heart of a ruined temple. There is a large glowing gem that thrums with some kind of rhythm, and jewels scattered all over the room, kept in strange bubbles. At the very least, touching the large gem will give you a standard info-dump, but some of you might be a little cautious about touching weird luminescent gems. Good thing that there are other people there too!

☆ Or perhaps you already know everything there is to know, and are there in the Heart of the Ruined Temple to greet new arrivals. Or perhaps you simply had business there already, like storing away a corrupted gem from a monster, when someone new seemingly dropped in from no where.

☆ It's Farmer's Market day in the plaza of Waverly Bay! Perhaps you're there perusing the goods and strike up conversation, or accidentally bump into someone and get to know them that way. It's a fairly standard day.

☆ There's an event! You don't really know what else to call them - missions, perhaps? But something in the temple was triggered, and the glowy Heart gem has something new to "tell" you: If you want a new power, you should try telling other people two truths and a lie. Those who you interact with must try and divine the lie from your statements.

You have no idea how something this simple will get you a power, but hey.
ironicoolly: of perfect white silk in flowing (folding hues)

[personal profile] ironicoolly 2015-10-10 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[This is a nostalgic feeling. Just like old times, huh? Before meteors came and made everything awful. Just a couple of dudes in a cramped apartment filled with godawful puppets.

What a strange mix of emotions this evokes. So much has changed, and he does... miss a lot about his old life. How much simpler things were back then, for one. He misses the rap battles and the days spent working the turntables, the moments spent lazing around without the weight of the universe on his shoulders.

But he also remembers the resentment, the pressure - an incessant need to impress and be approved of, a need that was never fulfilled. Years spent living in the shadow of a man who was always too cool, too awesome, too skilled to take any real notice of him. The ideal hero up high he could never hope to live up to.]


The piss-soaked bed? Real magnanimous of you, bro.
airwalks: (heads green w/ envy but orange w/ pride)

[personal profile] airwalks 2015-10-10 09:17 am (UTC)(link)
S'your piss.

( He tilts his head to the side. )

I'd offer to switch if I thought your delicate back could handle the hardwood floor. Can't have my lil bro strutting around with a bent back.
ironicoolly: (the combo so slamming)

[personal profile] ironicoolly 2015-10-11 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
Pretty sure my back can handle it better than yours, grandpa.
airwalks: (you are under my control)

[personal profile] airwalks 2015-10-11 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, but an old man like me? Could walk around hunched over more'n unfortunate ole Quasimodo and nobody'd even blink. Start walking like that as a kid in your prime and the rumors start.
ironicoolly: of this stimulus (genetically tailored every bit)

[personal profile] ironicoolly 2015-10-11 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Alright, that gets a slight laugh out of him.]

So you're taking one for the team. Stuck between a piss-stained mattress and a hard floor and you pick the worse of the two options. Never woulda pegged you for such a martyr.
airwalks: (close your eyes and crawl inside)

[personal profile] airwalks 2015-10-11 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
( Again, there's a nonchalant lilt of the shoulders. )

It's a hard-knock life.
ironicoolly: (yeah you've gotta give him that)

[personal profile] ironicoolly 2015-10-11 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Y'know, I'm pretty sure walking around smelling like piss wouldn't be doing my rep any favors either.
Edited 2015-10-11 00:32 (UTC)
airwalks: (the wind will push your sweet sweet ride)

[personal profile] airwalks 2015-10-11 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Not if you go around making a big deal out of it.

Own the smell. Make it work. Make it yours, which it basically already is since it's your piss.
ironicoolly: (climbing down the molehill)

[personal profile] ironicoolly 2015-10-11 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[oh dear god what is this metaphor even an analogue for at this point]

Yeah, okay. BRB, telling everybody I'm trying to make eau de piss the next big thing.
airwalks: (forget your friends what good are they)

[personal profile] airwalks 2015-10-11 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
( A big bro trying to protect his younger sibling from the repercussions of his mistakes while also asking that said younger sibling acknowledge and learn from his mistakes.

Or some shit. Fuck if he knows.
)

Too transparent, lil bro. Reeks of overcompensation. What you do in situations like this is you wait for 'em to catch a whiff of the smell on their own. Maybe give them a chance to really take it in. Let 'em stare at you all wide-eyed, accusatory, demanding an explanation.

And you don't say anything. You just stare 'em right back, look them dead in the eyes. Give them a nod of acknowledgement, a silent, "Yeah, I reek of piss. You got a problem with that?" Trust me on this - they won't even think to question it after that.
ironicoolly: (through shapes solved heaving)

[personal profile] ironicoolly 2015-10-11 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[mother of god. he just pictured bro doing this exact thing in his mind and jesus christ, only bro could pull off intimidating while being drenched in piss.]

Um.

[do you hear that sound, bro?? that's the sound of the point whooshing right over dave's head.]

I'll, uh. Keep that in mind.

[COUGH let's just change the subject]

You want a tour of the neighborhood?
airwalks: (you are under my control)

[personal profile] airwalks 2015-10-11 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
Think I can find my way around on my own.

More interested in seeing what you've done with your digs.

( Read: worried that Dave's bumming it in a garbage heap of a room, or worse. )
ironicoolly: (but still i'm a figure in a museum)

[personal profile] ironicoolly 2015-10-11 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[hrnrg well that makes him feel weirdly self-conscious. bro's gonna scrutinize the hell out of his room, isn't he?]

It doesn't look all that different from my old room. S'almost an exact replica, actually.